Jason sat quietly in the passenger seat of the Batmobile, arms crossed over his chest and a soft frown on his face. He stared resolutely through the window, head turned away from the man driving, from Bruce and that infuriatingly pitying look on his face. They'd found him out, of course they had, Jason probably should have planned for that, but he figured he'd hide until he was ready. He even had a whole reveal planned out, but now here he was, watching raindrops run races down tinted glass.

He didn't know how to feel about the whole thing, really, even though he knew how he should feel, how it was supposed to go. His dad was taking him home, away from that tiny, shitty apartment in Crime Alley, just like he had been so many years ago, and he should be happy for it. He was going home, he was being taken back, his dad still apparently wanted him despite all the evidence to the contrary, he should be happy. So why did he still feel bitter and disappointed, why did he still expect for the car to stop and him to be thrown out, even when he hadn't done anything yet?

If Bruce really cared so much, if he wasn't lying when he said he still loved Jason despite everything, then why had it been so easy to replace him? Why was there a new Robin not even two months after his death, and all traces of him scrubbed from the manor? He'd seen that stupid fucking memorial. 'Jason Todd - a good soldier'. He wasn't a fucking soldier. He was supposed to be Bruce's son, except apparently he wasn't. Apparently, he was nothing more than a pawn in this game, a surrogate for Dick that could be discarded and replaced whenever he wasn't working right.

"I can get out of this car at any time, just so you know," he muttered, eyes narrowed as he stared at the rain. "I could take the impact. I'd be fine, it's not like I haven't had worse, I'd survive, even if I broke something. The only reason I'm coming home is because Dick is waiting for me. And I swear to God, if you lied to me about that..."